We are consciousness incarnated in stardust...

93 percent stardust,
with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars
that have people names.

We are made of starstuff.

We are all star stuff.

In the end, we'll all become stories.

Just stories. You and me, everybody, we’re a set of stories, and what those stories are is what makes us what we are.

We are made of star-stuff. Our bodies are made of star-stuff. There are pieces of star within us all.

Stardust coursing through our veins.

In the end, we'll all become stories. Or else we'll become entities. Maybe it's the same.

Every story is us

We are all creatures of the stars.

We are stardust, We are golden, And we’ve got to get ourselves Back to the garden.

we are a story, each of us, a bundle of stories (p 205)

- But what could you possibly see in her?
- Everything, I see everything in her, because the stardust that makes her is the same stardust that makes me.